Parting

Just as Ye Xiwen had expected, the fight over the final token could only be called a battle to the death. Aside from the last token Ye Xiwen had claimed, no one had raised any objections to the ownership of the first nine tokens.

But apart from those few, no one else possessed such overwhelming deterrence.

The struggle for the final token was utter chaos. Great overlords, powerful True Martial Realm clans, ancestral rogue cultivators, and countless experts all went madly slaughtering one another for that last token.

Ye Xiwen merely watched coldly from the sidelines. Even as blood flowed into rivers, he did nothing. In truth, those who had obtained tokens had almost all collectively withdrawn some distance. If they joined in now, they would certainly provoke public outrage.

"Junior Brother, let's leave first," Huang Wuji suggested. Since they had already obtained a token, the purpose of this journey had naturally been fulfilled.

"Mm." Ye Xiwen nodded. Those still remaining were undoubtedly experts coveting the final token. Besides, he had no intention of using the token to head to the Ancient Barrens Continent just yet.

Unless he settled everything properly, he would not leave with peace of mind. True Martial School had far too many enemies in the True Martial Realm, and the Ye Family had now practically tied all its fortunes to True Martial School's war chariot. How could he leave without clearing everything up?

The departure of the True Martial School group did not attract much attention. With Ye Xiwen standing guard, who would dare challenge him for that token? Everyone's gaze was fixed upon the final token.

After leaving the cave, just as they were about to return to True Martial School, a call suddenly rang out from afar.

"Friends of True Martial School, please wait!"